Drowsing, They Take The Noble Attitude Of

Nations, Like Families, Have Great Men Only In Spite Of Themselves.

I Love The Clouds... The Clouds That Pass By... Over There... Over There... Those Lovely Clouds!

There Is A Certain Cowardice, A Certain Weakness, Rather, Among Respectable Folk. Only Brigands Are Convinced-of What? That They Must Succeed. And So They Do Succeed.

Life Has But One True Charm: The Charm Of The Game. But What If We’re Indifferent To Whether We Win Or Lose?

You Walk On Corpses, Beauty, Undismayed.